He wept and she got him a handkerchief. But he could not speak. In one of the many pauses, he said, â€ You know me. I canâ€™t fall in love,â€ and uttered no other word. She held his hand but the mere touch on it moved him. It felt like a quick missed heartbeat. â€œBut youâ€™ve never denied loving me either,â€ she smiled tearfully. He turned his face towards the wall, â€ I want to be alone.â€ â€ But weâ€™re alone together,â€ she replied with a jilted smile. â€œIn this moment, weâ€™re in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people,â€ he replied. â€œI hope this dream never ends,â€ she begged. â€œIt wonâ€™t, I havenâ€™t denied being in love with you yet,â€ he smirked. They smiled at each other across the corners of the library, as though sharing a common dream and resumed reading again.